When I was 13, we used to live about a block away from my first cousins. We always left the doors open when someone was home, and we didn’t bother knocking; we just walked in. It was sort of like one family living in two locations — we were that close to each other.

One day I visited them, figuring I would find my cousin Jim, and we could go to the park together and play basketball. Well, I opened the door and the radio was on loud, playing music. So I closed the door and happened to walk in on my 20-year-old cousin Mary, dress flipped up, panties off, lying on her bed, masturbating to the music. Her door was open and I figure she didn’t expect anyone to be coming home. And there I was in her doorway, looking right down her crack, with one of her fingers inside it, and the other ones scratching around it. And she is looking me straight in the face.

And she said to me, “What are you looking at, twerp. Haven’t you ever seen a pussy before?” Actually I hadn’t, and I was too stunned to make a sound. She said, “Come in. Over here. Hasn’t Alf taught you anything?” (Alf was my older brother.)

Finally I managed to get it together enough to say, “I — I was looking for Jim.”

“Mom’s buying him clothes. They are not going to be home for at least a couple hours more.” Meantime, my eyes were still locked on Mary’s pussy. She said, “Man, you are dumb. Time you learned a few things. Get over here.” And I did it, like a robot, because the sight of that crack with the hair around it seemed to lock my eyes like a magnet, and I didn’t realize that I was getting a hard on, but Mary picked up on it fast. “Sit on the bed here, next to me,” pointing.

I was unprepared for the next thing — completely unprepared.